Page 14 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Well,” I muse before swallowing down my scotch in one mouthful. “I’m hoping it continues outside this room.”
“Maybe…in my hotel room?” she offers as she takes a sip of her champagne and looks up at me coyly through her lashes.
“You really are serious about tonight, huh?”
“Once I’ve made a decision about something, I always see it through. Nothing worse than living with regrets.”
Reaching up to rub the back of my neck, I mutter, “You got that right.”
In a flash, the champagne in her glass vanishes, and she hops to her feet.
“Dance with me,” she says, holding her hand out.
“Uh…” I hesitate. “I’m not really a dancer.”
“Bullshit. I bet you’ve got all the moves,” she assures me, moving her hand closer.
Shit.
“Does anyone ever say no to you?” I ask as I reluctantly slide my palm against hers.
Heat rushes up my arm the second we connect.
She waits until I’m on my feet and staring down at her much smaller frame before responding.
“More than you’d think.”
I narrow my eyes at her, not believing it for a second.
“Come on, stranger. Show me what you’ve got.”
The dance floor is pretty busy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t gain the attention of several of my teammates. I have no idea what Linc has said to them, but they look intrigued.
Refusing to hold eye contact with any of them, I focus on the woman leading me right into the center of the crowd.
Her sparkling green dress hugs every single one of her curves, showcasing her slim waist, full hips, and killer ass.
The thought of running my hands over her, opening the zipper that runs the length of her back, and discovering what’s beneath makes my dick jerk in excitement.
As if dancing in front of all these fuckers isn’t going to be bad enough already. I really don’t need to do it while rocking a semi.
Finally, she comes to a stop and spins around.
I swear to God, the second her eyes collide with mine and her hands land on my chest, everything around me ceases to exist.
Was it like this with women before? Or has it just been so long that I’ve forgotten the thrill of it? No wonder all the guys think I’m a freak of nature for not indulging at every opportunity.
Her tiny hands slide higher before she attempts to wrap her arms around my neck. I’m too tall for her to get anywhere close, but points for effort.
Unable to keep my hands off her, I press them against the small of her back and gently drag her closer, ensuring that our bodies are fully pressed together as we begin to move to the music.
It’s the most intimate I’ve been with a woman in years, and I’m in public, yet…I don’t care.
“See,” she says, smiling up at me. “You’re a great dancer.”
“And you’re not a very good liar.”
She freezes at my words, and I kick myself for such a stupid comment.
